"Miss Challice, is she a good player?"
"Very fair; she plays a steady hand."
"I—I suppose now she'd know that an apiary wasn't an ape-house?"
"I never had occasion to sound her knowledge in the matter; but I should say she would."
Addie draws a quick resentful breath, leans over her husband as he is placidly stamping his letters, and whispers in his ear:
"What a pity you didn't marry her, Tom, instead of me!"
With this parting shot she flies from the room.
CHAPTER XIV.
"Mr. and Mrs. Armstrong and Miss Lefroy. Lady Portrann at home Tuesday, the 16th of January, 10 P.M. Dancing."